All Chapters of Our Little Secret: In Love With My Professor : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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61. Pieces in Motion

EmonZev stepped onto the balcony first, casting a wary glance around like he always did when he went to a place he has never been to. Old habits. I let the door close gently behind us and turned to face him. From the living room, I could still smell the burnt rice. I had forgotten about the food. About everything, the moment Albert threw his arms around me. I couldn't control it.It had taken everything in me not to hold him too tight. Not to bury my face in his neck and breathe in that scent that made my bones hum. Not to say things I wasn’t ready to say yet.But Zev was here now. And I had work to do. I had to hide the feelings I had. The way I had missed him.“Well?” I asked, leaning on the iron rail. The city murmured below us, the heat of the afternoon softening beneath the drifting clouds.Zev pulled out his phone and scrolled, then held it up with a photo of a man that was not new to me.“This is all we’ve got. Name’s Edward Green. Used to live in Atlanta. High school teacher

Last Updated : 2025-07-27

62. The Scent of Secrets

EdwardI knew something was wrong the moment Albert walked out of my office after the accusation of me knowing where Emon was. His scent was clouded with guilt and confusion. He hadn’t said it, but I saw it in his eyes: the ache, the uncertainty. I didn’t press him. I couldn’t. I had marked him, claimed him, taken him, and yet… he still went back to the human.To Emon.I swear that if I didn't love Albert as much as I did, if he wasn't my son's best friend, I would have killed Emon already. It's just that I had hurt him enough and didn't want to add to my transgressions towards him.I tried to keep my thoughts steady. Tried not to spiral. But after three days and no word, no sighting of Emon, I couldn’t sit still anymore. Albert may have been too emotionally tangled to think clearly, but I wasn’t. And so I followed the oldest instinct in the book.His scent.Even in a city as dense and chaotic as this one, scents don’t lie.I left the school just before sunset, my senses on high alert

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

63. Moving Pieces in the Dark

EdwardI have lived long enough to recognize the faint tremors in the earth before a storm. Something was shifting. I could feel it in my bones, in the air I breathed, in the silence that had started to settle around Albert like a mourning veil. He was pulling away, even if he didn’t mean to. And I… I was afraid that I would lose him all over again.But I wasn’t going to stand still this time.I stood by the large window of my study, fingers loosely gripping my phone, eyes fixed on the tree-lined horizon as the sun dipped beyond the ridge. The Grove: That’s where Emon had been. I had followed his scent trail from the apartment, sharp, human and a bit bitter, and it had led me there. Not many humans dared go that deep into the wild. Not unless they had a reason.And no one went to the Grove unless they were seeking someone like her.Bibi Kamwe. That perverted old hag that won't just die.A chill crawled up my spine.My jaw clenched, and I exhaled through my nose, forcing my hand to re

Last Updated : 2025-07-29

64. Three Months

Emon Ever since I came back from Bibi Kamwe’s, I haven't been myself. It's as if there is a presence following me and it's not friendly. I know what I have to do and I think that that's what's nagging me at the back of my mind.I don't have time and I have to act fast.I stood at the mirror, fixing my collar, but my reflection didn’t hold my attention. My mind was elsewhere. Three months. That’s all I had. Bibi Kamwe had made it clear that every ritual had a rhythm, every spell a lifespan, and the energy she had unlocked for me would burn out in ninety days. After that, if I hadn’t broken the bond between Albert and Edward, the window would close. And there was no telling when, or if, it would open again.The worst part? I had to make Albert willing. The bond could only be severed with his emotional and physical self present and part of that meant that I had to tell him what I intended to do but I also felt that he couldn’t know what I was doing. Not yet.I turned away from the mirro

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

65. Blinders

Albert I didn’t mean to start avoiding Edward. At least not consciously. But somehow, every time I saw him in the hallways, or caught his scent lingering in the corridors of the department building, my feet carried me in the opposite direction. My heart thudded heavily in my chest whenever I saw that unmistakable silhouette; tall, composed, and effortlessly commanding. And guilty.I didn’t want to see the look in his eyes again. Not after what we did.So I skipped his classes. This I did consciously.It wasn’t hard, really. I told myself it was for the best. I was behind in other units, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t catch up on the readings or slides. I had enough excuses lined up to convince even myself. I just didn’t want to be around him, not when I was still trying to piece together what I was feeling, and not while Emon was barely home.Emon.I glanced around our small apartment and sighed. His scent lingered faintly, like the ghost of a dream I couldn’t quite hold on to. Warm

Last Updated : 2025-07-31

66. Crumbling Shells

AlbertThe nausea hadn’t left for days and the feeling was killing me.It gnawed at the pit of my stomach like a parasite, swirling heat and bile in sickening spirals until I could barely stand upright. My forehead burned constantly, sweat sticking to my shirt like glue, and my muscles ached with the weight of exhaustion I couldn’t explain. Every step was heavy, every blink felt like a struggle against sleep. I just wanted to sleep and get lost in oblivion.I had barely eaten. Everything smelled rotten. Even water left an aftertaste I couldn’t stomach.And still, still, I told myself I was fine.I told myself that if I just kept going, kept pretending, everything would balance out. That if I stayed far enough from Edward and patient enough with Emon, things would settle. Return to normal.But there was no normal anymore. Not for me.Not when Emon was barely around, not when his voice sounded thinner each time we spoke, more distracted. He claimed work, important tasks, meetings I cou

Last Updated : 2025-08-02

Shattered Truths

Albert"You are pregnant."I was still in a daze.The words hit me like a silver bullet through the chest, rendering me immobile. My ears rang. The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed as if they were closing in on me, suffocating me as the weight of Edward’s voice crushed every breath in my lungs."No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I stared into his eyes, those familiar, soulful eyes that once gave me comfort. Now, they were foreign. Cruel. A reflection of a truth I wasn’t ready to face.I yanked my hand from his grasp as if his touch burned me. My heart pounded violently, my breath came in gasps, shallow and fast, and my vision blurred at the edges. “What kind of sick joke is this? It's not funny, Edward!” I bellowed at him.Edward didn’t speak. He just looked at me, quiet, still, watching me unravel.I hated that he seemed so unfazed by the news.“No!” I cried, pushing the blankets off me. My body was weak, trembling, but I didn’t care. I needed to move. I

Last Updated : 2025-08-08

Contingencies

EdwardThe room was too quiet.Too still.The only sound was the soft hiss of the oxygen machine and the steady beep of the heart monitor. Albert lay there, sedated, his face slack and pale against the white hospital pillow. If it weren’t for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, I would have thought… No. I wasn’t letting my mind go there.I sat beside him, my fingers still curled loosely around his hand. He hadn’t wanted me to touch him earlier. In fact, he had tried to pull away as though my touch burned. But now… now he didn’t resist. The sedation had quieted the storm that had been tearing through him, and I couldn’t decide if that made me relieved or if it broke me even more.His earlier words echoed in my skull like a curse. What are you doing here? You are trying to harm me. The look in his eyes when I told him… I could still see it. It was wide, disbelieving, furious.“You are pregnant,” I had said.It was supposed to be a truth that bound us closer together, that solidifi

Last Updated : 2025-08-09

69. Take Him Away

EmonThe market stank of wet earth and desperation.It always did when you knew what you were looking for.I kept my hood low, my hands in my pockets, my eyes scanning for the stall Bibi Kamwe’s contact had described. A place that didn’t look like much from the outside, just baskets of dried roots and cloudy jars of pickled herbs, but held exactly what I needed.The first two ingredients had been surprisingly easy to find. The third, though… the “tongue of the black cobra” wasn’t something you could order online or pick up at the corner shop. And the seller knew it. His beady eyes tracked me as I approached, and his smile was all crooked teeth and greed.“You’ve got coin?” He asked, voice low.“I’ve got what you want,” I said, sliding a folded envelope across the counter. He weighed it in his palm before slipping it into his vest. Only then did he reach under the table and produce a glass vial, the dark shape inside curling like a sleeping shadow.“Fresh,” he said. “Careful with it.

Last Updated : 2025-08-10

70. Disappearing

AlbertThe first thing I noticed when I woke up wasn't the dull ache in my temples or the uncomfortable weight in my stomach.It was the voices.Two of them. Sharp, tense, layered over each other like blades scraping and I felt my head ache.Edward.Emon.The sound of my name pulled me further into consciousness, and when I blinked my eyes open, the room came into focus; Edward standing stiff at one side of my hospital bed, Emon at the other, both of them glaring at each other like they were one second away from tearing the walls down.“...you don’t belong here,” Edward was saying, his voice low and deadly.“I belong wherever Albert is,” Emon shot back. “You have had your chance. You have already hurt him.”I groaned, pushing myself up against the pillows. “What… what are you two doing?”They both turned to me instantly, their faces softening for a fraction of a second before hardening again when they looked at each other.“Albert, he…” Edward began.“Don’t listen to him, he…” Emon

Last Updated : 2025-08-10

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